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Submitted to Contest #259
Sometimes the middle is good. It’s when you go from the middle to “in the middle” that life gets more complicated. Fortunately, I had avoided being “in the middle” for most of my life. I spent my days working at the estate owned by the wealthiest family in the city, and my nights and weekends reading, fishing, or doing anything else relaxing I could find to occupy my time. I suppose there are a lot of folks who would not expect such a mundane life for someone of my age, most people my age have finished college, starting careers and families....
Submitted to Contest #258
Nothing. No furniture. No plants. No dishes. So, this is what you get for falling in love and trusting. She had left for work and he took advantage and left with everything. She was more than a thousand miles away from family and, despite the severity of the situation, she didn’t want to bother them with her problems. In the coming days, she would find out the extent of his betrail but, for now, she sat on the floor and cried. “Sis, I’m either stating the obvious or being incredibly rude, but you look awful.” Blair looked at Trish and ...
Submitted to Contest #257
The backyard was dark and silent. It felt as if the whole world was sleeping. Effy could feel the weight of the day upon him each time he played the events back in his head. He lost. His dreams were further away than they had ever been. Swimming had been a part of his life since he was six; the dream was the Olympics. His life had become a blur this last year as he trained. He missed so much during his junior year of high school: Homecoming, games, dating, and time with family. Effy heard the sliding glass door open and sighed. His lit...
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